The kid cocked his head, and as he blinked, his eyes returned to their natural brown, as a spark of curiosity appeared in his gaze. “No?”
“Do you want to?”
Zenny’s eyes widened. “Really?! You have chickens?! Here?!”
“Mm, a whole coop full!”
“That would be nice…I guess,” the kid muttered.
Ender smirked when Zenny looked away and tried to appear not interested. Ahh, acting like a teen before even reaching double digits, the kiddo was going to be a menace for sure.
It looked like they’d be renovating a room sooner than he thought, just not for the reason he originally planned. At least, not yet. It wasn’t like his babies would need a room for at least six years… Maybe seven. Was eight years too long to keep them in his room?
He eyed the eight-year-old currently sitting across from him. “Unrelated question to you and your living situation, I swear. But do eight-year-olds not like sleeping in the same room as their parents?”
Zenny flinched, his eyes widening in clear concern. “Uh…what?”
“I’m pregnant!” he blurted. “I promise, I’m not about to move you into someone else’s bedroom. I was just thinking about renovating a room for my babies, and thought, maybe it was too soon, as they’d be staying with me, and like, I keep debating on what age would be best for them to get their own room. And…is eight too old to…still…” He trailed off on seeing how pinched the kid's face had gotten. “I’m guessing, by your expression, it would be…”
“Mr. Imorus, please get them their own room by two, at the latest.”
“TWO!?” he cried. “But…but that’s too soon! Also, call me Ender. Uncle Ender, if you prefer, but never Mr. Imorus.”
“It’s not. It’s really not too soon.”
He whined. “Two…are you sure?”
The kid nodded.
Ender sagged. “If you say so… Come on, let’s go pick out your room.”
Cyrus grimaced.“I asked multiple people…and I got the same answer, to various degrees, except from my parents.”
“And?”
“The others mostly just said that the past was better left in the past, being annoyingly vague about it. While my parents were the most honest. They told me that while it was before their time, they would take the word of Ender Imorus and Soren Odette on all matters of the world over every single person on my father’s side of the family.”
Cyrus held back the last part of what they had said, which was that it included him. So, nice to know they didn’t trust him… But, big shocker, he didn’t trust them either, so fair enough.
“So, safe to say, what we learned from Soren is no doubt the truth, and one your family isn’t willing to tell,” Killian said stiffly, before asking, “Do your parents know Ender and Soren?”
He frowned. “I don’t know…I suppose they have to…if they trust them.”
“Mmm, whatever, whatever, no more thinking about horrible things for now.” The Siren snuggled closer. “I want to nap, digest some of that delicious food, and then—” Killian giggled. “—be pampered by my man.”
He smirked. “Pampered, huh?” He tickled the Cryptid’s sides. “Like this?”
“No!” The Siren laughed as he squirmed.
Chuckling, he stopped and just relaxed back, holding the Siren tight. His smile slowly dropped as the silence formed and Killian murmured softly, obviously asleep now.
Cyrus was happy…more than happy, he was ecstatic. He was thrilled that Killian had said yes. If only the rest of his life was going as well as his relationship… He still couldn’t see anything…
Having thought about it, he really hadn’t used the threads purposely in his daily life, at least, not for many years now, at work or otherwise. But they would naturally show up on their own throughout the day, and now that they didn’t, and he couldn’t read them at all, Cyrus found himself questioning every action he took, wondering if it was the right one, and panicking that he now had no way to know if it was.
Things between him and Killian were wonderful… The Siren made him feel grounded. Cyrus had honestly never felt so grounded, yet so utterly fucking lost in all his life…
Ender tried to weave the shirt in his hands into his nest, only to yank it back out with frustration as it covered a large black T-shirt that he needed to…touch. He needed to touch it.
